"You're serious," Kimberly said when she looked at the product in Indianna's hand.
"Oh my gosh," Olivia whispered, her eyes wide. "That's insane."
"This is so great!" Brooke exclaimed and grabbed Indianna's arm in excitement. "Does he know?"
"I don't even know," Indianna gulped. "This is to find out."
"You have to tell him," Brooke urged.
Indianna shook her head. "I can't, not now. When this is all over I will."
"Indie, this is huge," Brooke said softly. "You can't hide this from him."
"How are you hiding this from him?" Olivia wondered.
"I'm getting surprisingly better at blocking my thoughts," Indianna smirked and dropped the product into her bag. "I'll let you know later when I find out."
"Nope, now," Brooke said. "You can't just drop this on us and expect us to wait."
"Yeah she can," Kimberly shrugged and inspected her nails.
"Hush!" Brooke scolded. "Indie, c'mon!"
Indianna smiled at Brooke's eagerness. "Later."
"The wait better be worth it," Brooke warned and Indianna rolled her eyes and led the way out of the shop.
"Where to now?" Olivia wondered.
"Oh, I need to-" Brooke was cut off by her phone and she frowned when she read the text she had received. "I-Indie," she said quietly and held the phone out. "It's for you."
Indianna froze and looked at the phone in Brooke's hand. "No."
"Indie, you should read it," Brooke coughed.
"No, I don't need to know anything he is saying," Indianna muttered.
"But you're going to want to know this," Brooke frowned.
"What's going on?" Olivia wondered.
"Rogue," Indianna muttered and glared at the phone before grabbing it and reading the text. "Shit," she cursed and gulped. "We need to tell Greyson."
"What did it say?" Olivia asked.
Indianna, sweetheart, I'm afraid you're not going to win the Oscars anytime soon, but nice try.
-R
"He knows," Indianna groaned. "The whole act in front of Stacy. He knows it was fake. He knows we aren't going to hurt her."
"She was our insurance that Rogue would do as we said," Brooke said and glanced around cautiously.
"Not anymore."
*
"Okay, okay, we're heading back now," Brooke said into her phone. "Chill, Harry! My human legs can only move so fast, we'll be back in a minute." Brooke hung up and looked at the girls. "Our mates want us home."
"Do they know about the text?" Olivia asked and Indianna nodded, tapping her head.
"Greyson knows all right," she said. "Let's go so we can figure out what to do."
The girls started to head to the car and Brooke sighed when her phone rang again. "Harry, we're on our way- Brandon? Brandon! What's wrong?" Brooke stopped in her tracks and gasped. "Oh my god, Brandon, where is she? Oh god, I'll be there as soon as I can!"
"Bloody hell, what else is going to go wrong," Kimberly scoffed and Brooke glared at her.
"I-I've got to g-go," Brooke stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Indianna asked.
"My a-aunt... She's in the hospital. She was hit by a car."
"Oh god," Indianna gasped. "Let's get to the car, we can drive you there-"
"No, no," Brooke shook her head and fumbled with her phone when she put it back into her pocket. "I'm meeting Brandon at our house and then we're meeting my uncle at the hospital. You three go back."
"Brooke, we can't leave you like this," Indianna frowned and Brooke took a deep breath and shook her head.
"I'm fine," she lied. "My house is a short walk away, I'll be fine. You three go now!"
"Are you-"
"I'm sure. Go and sort this Rogue mess out and I'll deal with my family," Brooke said and gulped. "I'll be fine, I've got to go." Brooke suddenly turned around and rushed away, her blonde curls flying behind her as she did.
"Christ," Indianna sighed and looked at Brooke's retreating figure. "I hope she's okay."
"Brooke's right, we should get back," Olivia said.
"Yay," Kimberly said sarcastically.
"Now isn't the time to be a bitch," Indianna said firmly. "We've got a lot to do."
*
"How does he know?" Greyson groaned and yelled angrily, standing up and kicking at his office chair. "Fuck!"
"We obviously weren't as good as acting as we thought," Indianna sighed and grabbed Greyson's hand, pulling him down onto the sofa.
"No, we sold that," Greyson muttered.
"Then he found out another way," Indianna said. "We don't know how he knows anything. He has eyes and ears everywhere."
"We have a leak," Greyson growled and cursed. "It's the only way Rogue would know."
"Let's not dwell on how he knows, we need to figure out what to do," Indianna said.
"We kill him."
"I have a feeling that's going to be a lot harder that it sounds," Indianna said.
"I don't know what to do," Greyson groaned. "I can't let him harm Martha."
"That won't happen," Indianna said. "We just need to think this through."
"I'll call everyone else in," Greyson sighed and within a few minutes Greyson's office was full. Kal, Ace, Harry, Jansen, Olivia, Kirstie, Mac, Mark and Laura all looked at Greyson and Indianna expectantly.
"What's going to happen?" Kal wondered after Greyson had explained what had happened.
"I've not exactly got that far yet," Greyson muttered and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Our numbers are now huge," Jansen spoke up. "We're bound to outnumber Rogue and whoever he has following him."
"There's no way to know that for sure," Harry said and glared ahead of him.
"Thanks for that," Greyson snapped. "I say we just kill the bitch downstairs."
"No," Indiana said firmly.
"And that's why we can't," Greyson side and sent Indianna a look.
"If we kill Stacy then Rogue will definitely hurt Martha," Indianna said.
"Who's to say he already hasn't?" Greyson scowled. "I hate to think it, but I reckon Rogue is holding a pretty serious grudge against Martha and from what we have seen of him... It's obvious he has some psychopathic tendencies."
"Some?" Kal murmured and shook his head, ignoring Greyson's look.
"So what are we going to do?" Ace wondered.
"Tomorrow happens as planned," Greyson decided and glanced cautiously at Indianna. "But if it comes down to it, I'm ripping that bitches head off. It's her or Martha. I know who I'll choose."
*
Indianna wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at her hands and gulped.
Was this good or bad?
Why was she crying?
Was she upset?
Happy?
She didn't know how to feel.
"Mum!" Indianna gasped and looked at Iris in shock as she walked into her bathroom. "What are you doing?"
"I came to talk," Iris said and looked down at Indianna's hands, "but then I heard you crying."
"I'm fine, and I don't want to talk," Indianna muttered and stood up, washing her hands in the sink.
"What's the result?" Iris asked.
"None of your concern," Indianna snapped and splashed her face with water.
"Please, I want to sort this out-"
"I gave you a chance," Indianna said and span round to glare at her mother. "You're the one who blew it. Again. What a surprise."
"You have to understand-"
"He nearly killed me!" Indianna exclaimed. "He killed our dad! My friend! He raped and kidnapped Brooke! My brother! My brother did all that and you didn't even think to share that with me?"
"Indianna-"
"Save it," Indianna said and walked past her mother and into the bedroom. "I've got too much to worry about already."
"I'm sorry," Iris whimpered.
"So am I," Indianna muttered and looked to the door when Olivia walked into her bedroom.
"Oh," she said and glanced at Iris. "I can come back."
"No," Indianna said quickly. "She was just leaving."
Iris looked pleadingly at her daughter. Eventually she sighed and walked out of the room.
"Is everything okay?"
"Fine," Indianna grumbled. "Actually, no, not fine." Indianna held out her hand and Olivia rushed over, looking with curious eyes.
"How do you feel about that?" Olivia asked after a few moments.
"I don't know," Indianna admitted.
"Are you going tell Greyson?"
"When this is all over," Indianna nodded.
"I think you should do it sooner," Olivia said.
"It's not the right time," Indianna sighed. "Especially when he's hellbent on killing Rogue and hurting Stacy."
"I agree with him," Olivia said. "About hurting Stacy if necessary."
"It seems like I'm extremely outnumbered," Indianna sighed.
"Sorry," Olivia murmured.
"Where is she?!"
Indianna and Olivia jumped in shock when Harry burst into the room, flanked by Greyson, Kal and Ace.
"Who?"
"The tooth fairy," Harry said sarcastically. "Brooke!"
"At the hospital..." Indianna trailed off when she saw Greyson shake his head. "She's not at the hospital?"
"No, she's not at her house either. Why the fuck did you separate!" Harry yelled and Greyson grabbed Harry firmly and yanked him back.
"Take it down a notch, man!" Greyson snapped. "We'll find her."
"I've tried calling and she's blocked off her mind," Harry said and yelled out angrily. "I need to find her! Now!"
"We will," Indianna said.
"Save the bullshit!" Harry hissed. "Instead of talking, do something!"
"What do you expect her to do?" Greyson snapped. "She can't do much more than you!"
"Wait a second," Indianna said. "Give me a phone."
Greyson frowned at Indianna and passed her his phone. "Who are you calling?"
Indianna ignored him and dialled the number. The whole room waited in silence as the phone rang and rang and rang.
"Whoever you're calling they're obviously not picking up," Harry said and Indianna gasped in relief when the phone stopped dialling and the call started.
"Brandon!" She said. "Brandon, please tell me you're with Brooke!"
"Try again."
Indianna frowned. "Brandon?" She questioned.
"Not Brandon."
Indianna gasped when she realised the voice was too deep to be Brandon's. "Rogue," she whispered.
"Hello, sweetheart."